End of Beginning

 As they say, "Bang" began the cosmos,

it was big, but without a sound.

So much has happened ever since,

when none of us were around...

Who lit the bang?

and how did it begin?

will it have an end?

Its time to dig in!

Friends,laymen and nerds,

lend me your ears,

for what I'll say,

will fire your fears!

If it has a beginning,

it must have its end,

we are far from that trend,

but lets not pretend,

our days are numbered,for the end has begun,

If it was a " Big Bang" at the start,

its a "Big Crunch" now in the chart.

No one knows, how long it has been,

Let me say, for science has seen,

14.5 Billion years,

but perhaps the universe will survive,

long after the human race has said goodbye.

The cosmos may have billions of years to run,

but what of us beneath the Sun?

Before the universe reaches its end,

perhaps mankind will meet its own then.

You tell me you love Gandhi- Peace's son,

taking useless oaths, with a gun!

Peace becomes a pun,

When wars are not shun.

World -War III is again, not a lie,

for politicians are never shy,

to let their ambitions run dry.

So my friends, this may not be the end,

or the End of Beginning, but maybe the Beginning of the End. 

The Pain of Ignorance | Poetry

Were my prayers spoken against a wall, aloud

Or treated like thoughts passing like a cloud? 

I don't get why the window won't stay open,

If it had been any other way, I'd have been nerve-wrecked and broken. 

There's a lot to learn, 

I wandered long like the Arctic tern. 

I don't get it, why has it been so long? 

Is my seeking not strong? 

I surrender, I have nothing left in me, 

It's been a long time since I had that glee, 

Of wisdom so profound, 

That I could actually hear the cosmic sound.

B.Sc. | Poem

Ruffled hair,

With a mind so bare

Perplexed eyes,

seeming rather too nice.

 

I was at the B.Sc. Classroom,

Thinking about witches and a flying broom

For I wanted to be a writer

Making my words brighter.

 

I knew I had the wit,

But here, I was to have a cockroach slit!

 

The people I knew,

And the diagrams I drew,

The bugs I killed,

And the worms I milled!

 

Where were those animal rights guys?

I looked around,

I was far from their cries,

In a stable ground.

 

From ecology to the evolution of creatures

From what they ate,

To how they mate;

I began to like their features.

 

Few practicals and many theory

Most often, I was very cheery.

 

I started to like my subject

In all its depth and heights

I did pull over some late nights

To read up on those animal rights.

 

I set out to explore nature’s mystery,

Wanting to sail like Darwin & Columbus,

Ignoring my writing history

I never had a mental rumpus.

 

What is zoology- is it a science so refine?

Here’s what I have,

Let me define:

 

Zoology is a science and an art,

A passion and a curiosity

A way to learn and to impart:

The wonders of biodiversity.

                                                      

       

Stargazing on a starry night | Poem

People, I thought, were telling lies,

But you really are dear, a treat for sore eyes!

 

You make our worries seem so little,

And very brittle.

 

Gone are our plight,

In this 5-billion-star hotel,

I find the Universe’s might.

 

Are you just drops of silver on a black screen?

Shining since humans have ever been.

So, reveal yourself, for I am most keen

To know your deepest secrets that none has ever seen.

 

You take me to another state,

Where I have this lonely date,

With no one around, nay, not even a playmate

 

Finally, I return to the earth’s bustle

Only to find more hustle!

A Cloud's Cry | Poem

I try to impress you, people, in many shapes,

Like I impressed your ancestor apes

 

Look at me with awe,

For I am nothing like what you ever saw

 

And wonder at my beauty,

As if you have no duty

I sometimes come as a doll,

Sometimes a ball

Rarely a lady

But often a teddy.

 

But you ignore me; I feel pity for your kind

Oh yes, I remember, you are “virtually blind”

 

When I look down, I see everyone in a hurry,

But no one is on time,

Stand still; don’t scurry

And just look at my mime

 

So, water water on the ground, what’s the most beautiful thing man has ever found?

tell it loud; 

yes, its me, the cloud!

Salutation to Dawn

Tired eyes and exhausted hope, 

Weak bones; hard to cope.

No sign of anything better 

being stuck in this mental fetter, 

I see my body wilt,

What can I do but quit? 

“Won’t I see light? at least a beam?”

 “How long more?”, I silently scream. 

Just then, I saw a streak, 

Amidst the bleak.

 Like blessings coming forth,

 Ah!, Faith and patience were worth.

 The lesson is to wait,

 It may be late,

 But darkness isn’t your fate.

For these aren't lies,

 Trust me, the sunrise is a treat to your sore eyes. 

Look at the sunrise with wonder, O mighty one, 

For its ultimate beauty has never been shun. 

Anyone can ponder; age no bar, 

And don’t forget to do your Surya Namaskaar!

Signature

 In case I become famous,

I must have you in handy,

So that she'll sigh "Why did I miss this dandy?"

In paintings, I see you in elan,

in cheques, very sober, rather than.

It's tainting,

people do forgery,

their values are fainting,

I mean it, very very.

You are strong yet weak,

I still don't understand that streak.

My sign is Latin and Greek,

even to the geek!

To some, you are like ECG,

Shall I compare thee?

Nay, you are way too sleek!

The Surya Namaskar

I do something from 5 o'clock,

even before it yells:  the cock.

I do something from 5 o'clock,

that adds years to my depleting stock.

I do something from 5 o'clock

that makes my bone, as hard as a rock.

Anyone troubling me now gets no knock,

but a long peaceful talk.

I fold  my arms at 5:01,

to thank the creator a tonne.

I raise my arms at 5:02,

to look up the sky - so blue.

I bend my knees at 5:03,

I feel my health on a winning spree.

I close my eyes at 5:04,

"I am Happy", I silently roar.

I touch my legs at 5:05,

Nay, I have nothing to shrive.

I start jumping at 5:06,

giving the earth - light kicks.

I end my afternoon the same way,

Through this way, all my worries, I slay.

Oh Dream!

 

You don’t let me sleep,

As you play in my mind like a beep.

Dear dream, what reality you hold?

Trust me, this is what I’m told:

 

To some, you are their past,

To the ripe, their future;

Like the mighty seas, you are vast,

Desire and Reality, you suture.

 

Dream and dream, as dreams transform to thoughts,

that untie those mental knots.

 

For an empty mind seeks pleasure,

Whereas a beautiful mind is vast beyond measure!

 

Thoughts result in action & good deeds give you bliss,

Trust me friends, this is something you should not miss!

Surgical Strike

  When terrorists attacked Uri,

   on a day in September,

We showed them our fury,

   that they’ll always remember.

 

The State of Kashmir is ours,

   Don’t worry terrorists, we’ll soon put you behind bars.

While the terrorist is a coward,

   it is our soldiers who need to be flowered.

 

To our Jawaans, here is a salute,

   your efforts have borne fruit,

as our patriotism that day grew,

   just out of the blue.

 

Bharat’s northernmost state,

   Will always be within our gate.

 

There may be hundreds of them – the death,

   But we’ll keep fighting till our last breath.

The Walking Anti-virus

With the enemy so small, yet strong; 

the Men and Women in khaki and white, 

I see them working all night, 

in a 24-hour fight,

 to ensure no virus is at the site.

We hope you’ll be safe and nothing will go wrong, 

in this deadly war along. 

You keep this virus at bay,

What other praises can I say?

 I salute you people - the Anti-Corona Squad, 

You are nothing less than a living God!

With the spreading of the virus, insane 

I know you will break the chain, 

So that we end this hide-and-seek game.

Time for Nature (Poem)

Garbage garbage everywhere,

Not a spot clean.

Is this habit of pollution

Within our gene?

 

“Cleanliness is Godliness”,

Where has that jargon gone?

I’ve heard it since provenance;

Since pollution was born.

 

We should blame ourselves,

It is our shame

As we treat our environment insane.

 

You now know cleanliness wins,

When we throw our trash in the bins.

 

Our homes 🏠are beautiful when it’s clean,

So why don’t we work as a team👪?

To make the surroundings gleam✨.

 

It’s up to you, it’s your choice,

So come on, change your poise

And “keep your surroundings clean”

Teach this virtue to our teens.👦👧

Ambrosia - A Poem on Rain

Ambrosia 

- P.R. Vignesh 

  

You fall down sans fear, 

Pleasuring the Earth’s biosphere. 

 

You kiss your love – the petrichor, 

You also bring her out – the girl-next-door. 😉

 

You drop down as H2O, 💧

or somedays as snow. ❆

 

Into the river, I see you flow. 

Wah! What grace you show! 👣

 

Sometimes you curse and give us pain; 

Those times, I see you as acid rain. 😑

 

No, I don’t blame you; it’s our shame, 

For we were the ones insane. 😕

 

So Rain, please don’t go away, 

Little Lilly, 👧 if not Johnny,👦 wants to play!